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disneyprincemuke · 2 months

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she's the man * vr dts special

what does netflix have to say about the first and only woman to make it on the grid in almost 2 decades?

warnings: danica patrick jumpscares

notes: hi im procrastinating my assignment that's due tomorrow so i'm making this for you guys <3 and this is so...? poorly written is what i'm trying to say bye

[will buxton] there is a new team on the grid: andretti's appeal to be the 11th team on the grid was approved early last year. there was a lot of talk about who they could hire in their driver lineup. nobody expected sebastian vettel, who literally just retired from being an f1 driver, to be stepping into the shoes of a race engineer. and to take a chance on a rookie driver...

what did you want me to say? she looks down at the clapperboard that's been handed over to her, lifting it up and down as she tries to ease her nervousness. [producer] introduce yourself first and we'll take it step by step from here. she nods and presses her lips together with a smile. hi. i'm driving for andretti racing for the 2023 season and i am the first female on the grid in almost 20 years.

[sebastian vettel] i... you know, i realised i have nothing to do if i don't race. so i took up the job with one exception – they allow a rookie into the team.

-> bahrain, 2023

she smiles, tapping her card onto the reader. she just waves at the crew ahead of her, cameras held up and lenses pointed directly at her as she walks alongside logan and oscar.

i'm a little nervous, of course – i didn't think i'd get this far. in all honestly, i thought f2 was the furthest i'd get when it came to racing. but i'm lucky. sebastian is taking a big gamble putting me in an f1 car this year.

[danica patrick] a woman in f1? i don't expect that will go well overall. does she even have the aggressiveness to be driving alongside these men who, for them, things like these come naturally.

-> abu dhabi, 2022

"well, would you look at that? the sole woman on the grid has made it to the podium. and that would," there's a pause from crofty, taking a deep breath as a smile spreads his lips, "award her as a runner-up in the drivers' championship slightly ahead of liam lawson. she's driven amazing all year round and it's just a wonder if she will ever make it further than formula 2 if she can produce these results at this level of racing."

[susie wolff] she's amazing behind the wheel. toto and i have watched a couple of her races over the years. it's an experience to have her around every weekend beside big household names like lewis hamilton and max verstappen. if her team can give her a good enough car to produce massive results, or she outperforms everyone's expectations this year, it could be very telling for the sport. and it sure opens a lot of opportunities for new generations of racers to come.

[sebastian vettel] well, she produces the results you'd want in a race car driver. i'd like to change the course of things around here, so there was no question that i'd vouch for her to get in a car with the best of the best. she's been in an f1 car before – with haas a while ago – so there's really not much worry about how she'll do this year. she just needs a good car to start.

[claire williams] nothing wrong with taking a chance on a rookie. but as a new team in the sport, you'd want to prove to everyone that you fought rightfully so for your spot as a new addition to the pitlane.

-> bahrain, 2023

she stands at the back of the garage. the camera zooms into the girl toying with the neckline of her fireproofs. she presses her lips together as sebastian talks to her. "so you're starting p18 tomorrow."

"oh." she looks down at the ground and purses her lips together. "well i told you: the car still felt a little difficult in the braking zones earlier. that was the best i could do without burying myself into a barrier."

"yeah, of course. that just means you'll have to work a little extra tomorrow during the race," sebastian grins. he places his hand on her shoulder to shake her gently. "you did your best today. don't even worry about it. you'll come back stronger tomorrow."

"of course. i didn't get this far just to fumble the bag at my first race."

[danica patrick] qualifying p18 as a rookie and as the sole woman in the sport... it's not a good look for either herself or the people who decided to take a chance on her.

"and that's the checkered flag. p11," sebastian says into her ears.

she sighs as she slows the car down for a cool-down lap. she lets out an exasperated sigh, shaking her head. "i could have pushed a little more to get better results. i'm sorry."

"ah, you finished ahead of a lot of people and you climbed 7 places on the track. it's a good first race."

[will buxton] right now, it seems that not everyone is fond of having a woman on the grid. that's very prominent in the fan side of things. but a lot of people are forgetting that she raced with some of the big names that people know today and was on par with them in the results growing up.

[oscar piastri] well, we go way back. you know, growing up karting together and constantly being in competition with one another, i think really encouraged her to stay in the sport. when we moved up to f3 from formula renault, she kinda got left behind to stay. so when i was poached by prema to race into f2, i suggested that they give her a chance.

well, i was up there fighting with oscar and logan, and occasionally liam, for good results during karting races and eventually in formula renault. the only disadvantage i had compared to them was that i'm a girl. you know, growing up, i would constantly be told that i wouldn't get very far cause this is a boy's sport. that really does discourage you from wanting and thinking that i'd get into official leagues, but i owe it to my best friends for pushing me to dream bigger and retain the passion i had for racing.

[logan sargeant] i mean... she kinda did hand me my ass every single time we were out on the track. if that doesn't tell people that she's a good racer, i'm unsure what will.

[zak brown] it was, truthfully, down to her and oscar for who should come in and drive for mclaren. but we weren't sure if the risks to bring her in would be worth it. so we went with the safer option.

[james vowles] i know a couple different teams – i'm definitely not namedropping – who were eyeing her for her performance last year. prema did a very good job marketing her as their driver as well so there's an extra factor. she's lovely.

-> australia, 2023

"oh, andretti's rookie passes the flag ahead of the alpha tauri and puts her in the points!" there's cheering in the grandstands, and nobody can believe their eyes at the results of the purple race car. "you see it here first – she is the first woman, in decades, to score points to formula 1"

"that's p9! there's your first points in formula 1!"

"oh? oh my fucking god! i did it!"

scoring your first points as a formula 1 driver... it's a very big feat as a rookie. but it means even more when you're in my position.

she runs to where sebastian stands, helmet in her hands. she screams as her team erupts in cheers at the sight of her sprinting towards them and she pumps her fists into the air.

"i did it!" she screams, immediately surrounded by the personnel clad in the bright andretti purple. "i scored my first points!"

she's seen in the middle of their makeshift circle, thrown around by her team as they bask in their first achievement in the sport and of the year. she's seen with tears running down her cheeks briefly before sebastian pulls her in for a very tight hug.

"i told you everything will be fine. you just had to be patient, kid."

[sebastian vettel] scoring points alone is already a step in the right direction. now we just need to focus on being consistent race after race.

-> azerbaijan, 2023

"there's a yellow flag here in lap 40. we're waiting to hear who it was caused by," the camera pans to the car head first into the barriers at a turn, "and it seems to be an andretti."

when you crash front first out of a turn, it's like the rudest jumpscare a person could have. it's nothing to do with the car – it was straight up a driver error.

[sebastian vettel] no driver wants to crash their car during a race and then admit to the whole world that it was their fault. especially when you're in her position, you know? the statement she released and choosing to be honest about it being a driver error – it was her decision to handle it that way. personally... he giggles with a smile. i wouldn't have done that.

[will buxton] she only seems to be getting better and better every single weekend.

-> monaco, 2023

"that's another finish in the points, kid. good race. that's p5 for you."

"thank you. the car felt great this weekend."

-> singapore, 2023

"here we have the andretti rookie in her engineer and mentor's arms, on a very historical evening. she has just scored her first podium this weekend at the singapore grand prix."

she jumps as she's in sebastian's arms, her face buried in his chest. she is seen pulling away slightly from him and he grabs her face, "amazing– you were amazing, kid! congratulations!"

tears, again, roll down her cheeks as she nods at his statement. her chest heaves as she cries. "thank you. oh, my goodness. thank you."

"there's no words. just that you were amazing this weekend."

a hand lands on her back. she turns around and covers her face as she fights the biggest grin. "you beat me in f1, mate!"

the australian accent fills her ears as he congratulates her. oscar takes her into his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder as they lock themselves in a tight embrace. he rubs circles on her back. "congrats on the podium, mate."

[danica patrick] now they're in a weird spot. oscar, on one hand, has been backed by mark webber for years. his best friend is racing under sebastian vettel. everybody knows those two don't get along – is it possible that it could reflect on their friendship as well?

-> silverstone, 2023

"overtake available." her andretti, slowly inches towards the mclaren of oscar's up ahead. "whenever you see fit."

"what's the gap?" oscar huffs, head snapping over to his side mirror briefly.

"0.2."

at the next turn, she takes a big lunge on the inside of the track to go ahead of oscar.

"there's a bit of fighting at the midfield here between a mclaren and an andretti. oscar piastri, however, does not let her go. he is still fighting to hopefully finish ahead of her in today's race."

"keep the pace. try to shake oscar off, he's still close behind you."

"noted."

racing on the track with oscar? nothing i haven't done before.

[oscar piastri] she's always been great at keeping up and being a challenging competitor on the track.

[logan sargeant] she's very fast on and off the track. i rarely beat her in racing... so...

"oscar piastri takes the checkered flag behind the andretti, failing to fight with the incredible pace the new car has shown this weekend."

in parc ferme, the girl takes her helmet off, turning around sharply to the man in papaya orange as he lifts himself out of the car. "good fight, mate."

"good fight," oscar smiles. they share a quick hug before the younger girl briefly runs away from him to approach logan further down the lane.

[danica patrick] we've seen what the sport does to friends. it does not matter how long you've been friends – it will eventually catch up to you and everybody involved.

-> austin, 2023

"the andretti finished in p5 and logan sargeant has just been promoted to p10 following the disqualification of charles leclerc and lewis hamilton. oscar, however, retires from the race following a crash with esteban ocon."

i don't beat oscar often – so whenever the rarity comes up, i take it with open arms.

"ah, screw you mate," oscar laughs, throwing his arms around the younger girl once again. "good finish."

she flips her hair as she pulls away and bats her eyelashes. "what can i say? i'm made for formula 1."

[sebastian vettel] they're sweet kids. i don't think there is any animosity between them. they lived together while they karted weekend after weekend. they're used to it... i think.

we've fought about things like these growing up. oh, for sure. we're both the oldest siblings – so the competition never ends between us.

[oscar piastri] she is very competitive. she's only fair when it comes to racing on the track though. everything else, she finds a way to come out on top.

-> oxford, 2023 (winter break)

"i won."

logan turns to look at her, eyebrows furrowed. "no, you didn't."

now stood up, the girl looked down at logan with a mirrored bewildered expression on her face. "yes, i did."

"no," logan repeats with his eyebrows raised, "you did not."

she clenches her jaw. "yes, i did."

"dude." logan turns to look at oscar, sitting across the table from them. their gazes all land on the card that she puts in the middle. "that's a yellow card that you coloured over with red marker. you lost – just admit it."

"what do you mean? that's a legit card." she lifts it up and reveals to the camera a card that's been poorly coloured red with some scratches that reveal the authenticity of the yellow that logan had just pointed out.

[logan sargeant] she's such a sore loser.

-> abu dhabi, 2023

"that's the andretti of the rookie driver crossing the finish line in p4, and that puts her in 6th place in the driver's championship. we might just be at the start of history being made, folks."

[sebastian vettel] what can i say? i'm never wrong with who i place my bets on.

[danica patrick] she proved a lot of people wrong this year, including me. she is an exciting up and coming driver.

she shrugs with a smug grin on her face. oh, i'm here to stay, babes.

andretti has secured her with a multi-year contract with the team – she will be racing under them until 2028.

the clapperboard clicks loudly, a man sits there with a cheeky grin as he stares into the camera. i'm liam lawson and i'm now an andretti race car driver. see you on the track in 2024.

– bonus

"aw, mate! they totally twisted that whole scene up!" she scoffs, throwing a small pillow at the tv screen. "dalton was the one that coloured that uno card in. not me!"

oscar turns to her. "yet you still used it despite the fact that we agreed to not use it in games anymore."

"the game would not have been fair if we were missing one card!"

logan scoffs. "we let you win, anyway."

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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 4 months

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I have come to request jealous Charles if you’d be down 🩷 Maybe something funny and fluffy like how the other drivers know that they are dating but they think they’re being so lowkey, so the other drivers hit on reader just to see Charles flounder 😂

You Make It Too Easy - Charles Leclerc

Charles bringing y/n but insisting he's single and they're just best friends was amusing to everyone. He seems to think he's fooling them all but they all caught on after the first time she appeared in the paddock before any fans or the media noticed.

Especially since the rest of the drivers who are under 30 go out of their way to purposely annoy him by flirting with y/n nonstop.

Y/n is somewhat innocent in terms of she's got the sweetest personality and she does sort of want to avoid the pressure and attention that comes with being an F1 wag. Though she is already feeling it and she knows that there is worst to come.

"Hey, y/n. It's good to see you again." Lando smirks moving up to her and kissing either cheek in greeting before Carlos does the same since as usual, the two former teammates have found each other and teamed up to torment Charles. "You know, you should come explore the McLaren unit some time."

"Really?" Y/n smiles always the kind nature.

"Y/n is busy today." Charles states in a mildly annoyed tone but it's much less annoyed in his voice than what he's feeling.

"That's a shame. Maybe tomorrow."

"Oh, that's very sweet." Y/n smiles before feeling Charles step a little closer. "I'll think about it."

"I hope you do."

Carlos laughs pushing the younger man away as Lando shoots wink her way, though as he steps back to leave, he does cast his eyes at Charles who has a set jaw, the grinding of his teeth behind his closed lips very much obvious as he tries to look away from the McLaren driver.

You'd think Pierre would at least know and leave Charles alone. But even he can't help himself from riling Charles up a little, just to see how far he'd have to be pushed before just admitting the truth.

"Y/n, mon amor. You are beautiful. But I don't know if red suits you." Pierre sighs looking genuinely sad for her.

"I'm not wearing red." Y/n mumbles before looking at Charles beside her then she starts laughing as Pierre moves to hug her, picking her up from the ground and beginning to run away with her. "Oh...you're so mean. You're supposed to be the one who doesn't upset him."

"He makes it too easy." Pierre argues before placing her down and looking back at Charles. "You should both just tell everyone. They already know."

"No they don't. Lando just finished his weekly attempt at stealing her." Charles argues before they finally arrive at the Ferrari unit. "If you try I will crash into you on purpose."

Pierre surrenders his hands before he smiles winking at y/n who shakes her head with a small smile since she has formed a friendship with the Frenchman thanks to his friendship with Charles.

The day goes on with George and Lance both pretending to flirt with the young woman who actually gets a little flustered and when Liam Lawson comes over with a few of the F2 drivers, including Arthur who is more there to see his brother. She is swarmed and overwhelmed by the younger men making the effort to completely bombard her.

"Guys, I think you have qualifying to get to." Charles exclaims making the F2 drivers realise that actually he's not wrong.

Though of course, they all make an effort to take y/n's hand, each kissing the back of it as a goodbye some managing to get a hug. Though Arthur is the only one who is completely crushed in a hug from her before she pushes him to leave.

Meanwhile, Charles gets y/n out of sight of others as they end up in his driver's room and he groans as she sits down and he flops down with his head landing in her lap as he rubs his face into her tummy.

"You know there is one solution." Y/n sighs knowing that her boyfriend was not the main reason they tried to remain as appearing as only friends.

"I'm not forcing you to go out an admit our relationship when you aren't comfortable with it. They can be savages with the way they speak about girlfriends." Charles sighs shaking his head as he rolls onto his back and looks up at her.

"They're not all bad, Kika is loved by everyone and no one hates Carmen." Y/n tries though even she has to admit it's hard to sound confident about it.

There's a fear about going public. It comes with the territory that one day it can't be hidden, but Charles is one of the most popular drivers and some of his female fans seem to get jealous over any woman associated wit him. His constant denial of dating y/n is the only thing that has protected her from having the vicious and sharpened teeth of media and those more fear-inducing fans really going in on her.

Though even now some of them tell her to just stop hanging out with him and using him for clout because no one cares about her. The first time she saw someone say that online, it stung. It was hard to take that from someone who knew nothing about her other than her name and that she's close to Charles.

"We will tell them one day, y/n. But when you're ready, until then I will just wait and deal with the other drivers who know just how amazing of a woman you are." Charles smiles softly then sitting up so he can kiss her, his smile being enough to warm her from the inside out and just completely reassure her than he's not going anywhere.

It took another 3 months.

3 months of her attending races (not every single one because that would definitely raise suspicion about their relationship status) and being flirted with by the multiple of the drivers. Though with a recent addition of Pato in the McLaren team as their new reserve driver, he's joined up with Lando to flirt with her when given the chance.

It took some long conversations with Kika and with Charles for her finally to decide that she was really ready to handle what might be thrown at her.

But finally today. They're out in the open. Celebrating 6 months and Charles was so proud to finally hard launch them on his Instagram. The first picture being one of him helping her put his helmet on.

"Y/n!" Lando exclaims running towards her and in an effort to hug her, he finds Charles scooping her up and spinning around leaving him nearly stumbling past them.

"No. You have played your games. We are out and dating, she is mine." Charles declares still holding y/n up off the floor almost like a toddler as he speaks to Lando who is grinning ear to ear.

"I was coming to say it's about time the two of you finally stopped hiding. I mean we all knew. Carlos is the worst gossip. But it was fun to watch to look ready to punch me in the face." Lando laughs as y/n just sort of smiles at him while still being held off the floor by her boyfriend who seems to not have noticed he's still preventing her from putting her feet down.

"It was Carlos?!" Charles gasps in a very melodramatic manner.

"I don't think he meant to. It just came out when people were asking about y/n...are you ok there?" Lando questions making Charles look before finally placing her down as he realises that she's just silently allowing the two men to talk.

"Sorry, baby." Charles frowns checking her over like he really just hurt her or something.

"I'm ok. And thanks, Lando. For the patience." Y/n smiles since she really knew everyone else knew, she knew that's why so many of the drivers flirted with her too. Because while Charles and her tried, they also didn't try all that hard to hide the looks and the affections. "Even if you made Charles consider risking his career just to attack you after the last time."

The last time being Lando managing to pull y/n into a quick dance that had her laughing and had Charles restraining himself but his fists were very much at the ready to be thrown at Lando's face.

There has been more hate in the few days since they went public, there's also been a lot of love. Y/n has filtered her comments and Charles has added to the filters in his comments. Neither want to see what the nastier people have to see about them being together or even just about y/n on her own.

Lando takes off and the rest of the weekend is spent with all the drivers who enjoyed flirting with y/n as a means to wind Charles up congratulating them on their relationship. A couple even got them gifts for their anniversary.

Though what really made y/n tear up was when some fans gave Charles some bracelets and then handed him one instructing him to give it to y/n because it would match with his. That was the last thing she'd ever expected.

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lovelytsunoda · 6 months

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god knows I’ve tried // yuki tsunoda

summary: stranded at her publishers office after the battery in her car dies, there’s only one person she wants to call for a jumpstart.

pairing: yuki tsunoda x lawson!reader

warnings: self-deprecating humor, y/n is very self critical, yuki is her night in shining armour, total lack of christmas spirit, anxiety.

author's note: this resonates so personally with me and i feel so fricking attached to this story and all the people in it. please treat it kindly :)

so go on judge me by my cover, and no I’ll never have another. baby I’ve been bad, but god knows I’ve tried to be good

it's too early for damn christmas lights, she huffed to herself as she left the office, juggling the volkswagen keys that dangled from her fingertips with the large cardboard box between her arms, staring at the lights and tinsel hung up on the light poles. cursing to herself and trying not to drop anything, she fumbled for the unlock button, ready to ditch the box in her trunk.

her volkswagen golf stood solitary and alone in the parking lot, no other cars for miles. if liam was here, he'd be asking where her pepper spray was, god forbid anything happen to his baby sister.

there was only a year between them, but sometimes she swore that liam acted as if there were five.

the cold dug into her skin as she hobbled through the parking lot, trying to keep her head on a swivel as she once again asked herself why she had parked so far away from any other car. she fumbled with the trunk button (which was unresponsive a lot more than it actually opened the trunk), unceremoniously dumping the box so hard that the small red car started to shake.

she slammed the trunk shut, frowning as she ran a fingertip over the small spot of rust that had begun to form where the silver letters proclaimed to the world what kind of car she drove met the painted trunk door.

she opened the car door, slipping into the driver's seat and staring at the overhead door lights, which had not illuminated as they were intended to when the door opens.

"motherfucker." she mumbled. "i'm gonna have to replace the latch, aren't i?" this was not new. she'd had multiple issues with the car, buying it from a dealership that advertised mostly on facebook.

never again, the next car she buys will be certified pre-owned from a volkswagen dealer, not a used car lot.

the latch would need replacing eventually: it had already locked up the door and prevented her from opening her car, even after smashing the unlock button on her keys five times. she rolled her eyes, closing the door and sliding the key into the ignition.

the key turned, but the car didn't start. growing increasingly panicked, she turned the key a few more times, the same ministrations that normally started up the ten year old car.

"fuck!" she howled, slamming her hands down on the steering wheel as the engine refused to turn over again. she reached for the headlight button, feeling her stomach drop to the floor when there was no response from the headlights.

the engine battery was dead.

she was stranded, alone, in a dark parking lot at night.

it didn't get more fucked than that.

she reached for her phone, the screen providing the only light source as she fumbled for the lock button, and making sure her finger hovered steadily over the panic alarm on her keys. just in case.

who was she going to call, she wondered, scrolling through her contacts. definitely not liam, she couldn't trouble him like that. remind him that she'd always need protecting. she could call her best friend, but the likelihood that margot would know what to do was slim. besides, she was probably out with her boyfriend if she wasn't at work.

her finger hovered over a name, and she debated long and hard if it was worth it, if she was really desperate enough to ask him for help. would he come? would he consider it strange that his best friend's baby sister was calling in the middle of the night because she was dumb enough to drain her car battery?

right now, it didn't look like she really had a choice. unless she wanted to call a tow truck and be out a couple hundred bucks.

"hello?"

"yuki, it's y/n. i need your help."

when the headlights of yuki's honda civic type r lit up the parking lot, she could have cried from relief. the dead battery also meant no heat, and she was chilled to the bone, teeth chattering together as she clutched her phone in one hand and her keys in the other.

"thank god you're here!" she blurted, scrambling out of the car as yuki pulled into the parking space on her passenger side. "i didn't know who else to call!"

ah, yes. yuki tusnoda. backlit by his headlights, he looked like a guardian angel. he'd been close with the lawsons since he came to england, being practically adopted when he moved in with liam at milton keynes, like some fucked up version of a college roommate scheme.

not to mention that he was funny, hot as hell, and she never knew if his cheerful, gentle ribbing meant he looked at her as more than a friend. every time he gifted her a casserole dish of something he had cooked, or invited her out when he and liam went somewhere, she couldn't help but think that maybe he liked her the way that she liked him.

in a way that was anything but just friendly.

"didn't you just get something fixed on your car?" yuki frowned popping his car hood open and digging around in his glove box for the jumper cables.

"i changed a headlight last week. the last major thing was the driveshaft, i couldn't fix that myself, had to take it in." she frowned, lifting up the hood of her own car, using her phone light to find the battery cover. "the car is a piece of shit, but at least it's reliable. and the driveshaft was covered by the dealership since it should have been on the safety certification and wasn't."

yuki frowned, untangling the cables before he dropped them to the pavement, peeling off his puffer jacket. "your lips are blue. take my jacket. i doubt liam would like it if let his little sister get hypothermia"

"pneumonia."

"same difference."

"not really." she laughed, pulling yuki's jacket over her own thin flannel trench coat. she hated wearing a thick winter coat when she drove, relying almost entirely on her car's heated seats to keep warm without suffocating.

"if i get sick because i sacrificed my jacket for you, i should hope that you'd be the one to take care of me. you know, since it was your own fault." yuki chuckled, hooking up the cables as y/n tried to keep warm

"fuck you. i could have stayed in the car."

"the car doesn't have heat either."

oh. yeah. she forgot about that one.

"well, i could have stayed in your fancy ass sports car." it didn't matter how she phrased it, she was just trying to butter him up. on a normal day, she made fun of him for driving a honda civic, calling it a 'mom-mobile'.

with the jumper cables fully connected, they both settled into the honda to wait it out. usually, the rule of thumb was fifteen minutes, but she wasn;t sure that she could stand to be in a car with yuki for that long without doing something reckless.

she slipped out of his jacket, moving to pass it to him before he gestured vaguely to the backseat. the heated seats were on, but she could still see the puffs of air leaving her body as she breathed heavily.

"thanks for coming. i didn't know who to call."

yuki turned to look at her, turning down the volume on the radio. it was a shame, too. she was quite enjoying 'teenage dirtbag'. "why didn't you call liam?"

"pride, i think. he's always been the favourite, the one that stuck with it, the one that made something of himself. i don't need to admit to him that i need help, that i don't know things. because i do, it just sometimes takes me a little longer to get it, or i give up too quickly."

yuki frowned. "liam worries about you, you know. he doesn't like seeing you upset. and he's always been proud of you, so have your parents."

she shivered, pulling her sleeves over her hands. "it's just always been more upfront with liam. they keep telling me that i give up on things too quickly. you know, i realized the other day that i don't really have any hobbies any more. outside of paint nights with the girls, i don't paint anymore. i don't do any sports. reading is really all i do any more."

"that doesn't define your worth, you know. you've got other things going on right now that are taking up your time." yuki encouraged, fiddling with the heating dial. "hey, speaking of which, what are you doing here so late at night?"

she groaned, tilting her head back. "god, this is embarrassing." she hid her head in her hands before turning back to yuki. "promise not to laugh too hard?"

"why would i laugh at you?"

"i was picking up advance copies of my first book." she turned and looked out the window, at the empty parking lot illuminated solely by yuki's headlights. "i've spent the better part of the last two years working on it, and i'm scared i'm going to fail at it like i failed at everything else."

she felt a warm hand overtop of hers. "that's incredible. that's such a major accomplishment, y/n. why are you doubting yourself? you've made it this far."

she smiled, turning to face him. "yeah, but how many people want to read about a detective in small-town new zealand who lives in a haunted house?"

yuki raised an eyebrow. "you already have my interest."

and what great author could resist going on and on about their latest endeavor?

"okay, so it's about this detective in new zealand, she's just moved to this small town as part of a so-called promotion, but really she was desperate and only took the job because she wanted out of the city, a nice change of scenery and whatever. but after she moves in, she finds out the house is haunted and the ghosts actually end up helping her solve her first big case."

she left out the part about how there were three ghosts: one was a dead rockstar, one was a nineteen-thirties midwife and the other was a dead nun. the witty banter between the group of them was a joy to write.

"she also has a crush on this guy who lives across the street. he's an autobody mechanic, with a collection of classic cars."

who totally wasn't inspired by yuki and his gorgeous brown eyes or luscious black hair. well, her one argument was that book guy was about a foot taller than yuki was.

"hell yeah, i'd read that." yuki laughed. "or i'd watch the movie, depending on how long the book was."

y/n laughed, and it felt good. it felt like it had bene forever since she laughed. "it's a cozy mystery series, so it's supposed to make you laugh, be predictable. i took notes from agatha christie, the best of the best. i just hope that the general consumer market also sees it that way."

"i'm sure you'll do fine. as long as it's not like, five hundred pages long, i can't see why anybody wouldn't want to read it."

catching y/n's eye, yuki snickered. "it's not that long, is it?"

"no, it's just under three hundred. they made me cut the sex scenes out."

she watched yuki's eyes go wide, before she burst out laughing as well.

"i'm kidding!" she giggled. "i'm kidding, there aren't any sex scenes in cozy mysteries."

despite how warm the car was, a shiver went down yukis spine at the thought that the innocent, angelic young woman sitting next him, separated only only by the center console, had written numerous sex scenes.

“would you read it? now that you know how many pages it has?”

“yes.” yuki insisted. “of course I would. Liam’s shown me some of your novellas. you are such a good writer. a real talent.”

she yawned, leaning back against the leather seat with a yawn and a shake of her head. “if this book crashes and burns, I’ll remind you you said that. hey, would you be willing to give me a starred review to print on the back cover?”

yuki hummed for a minute, looking up at the sunroof and then back at the girl sitting next to him. “hmm, great mystery, lovely author, not enough sex and could use more descriptions of food.” he joked, playfully gripping her shoulder.

“yeah, yeah. you think you’re so funny.” she laughed, pushing his arm off her shoulder. “but I’m glad that you’re here. you make much better company than my brother does.”

yukis hand dropped to her thigh, thumb gently rubbing along her jeans. “always. any time you need me, you know I’m a phone call away.”

yeah, bust she wished he was closer than even that. and if she kept staring into his dark ocean eyes, she feared she’d do something she’d regret. something impulsive and reckless and foolish but god damn would it have felt fucking good.

“y/n, you good? you’re kind of staring into space there.” yuki frowned, waving a nimble hand in front of her face, trying to capture her attention.

she chuckled. “not space, just the dashboard lights.”

“isn’t that a meat loaf song?”

she laughed, the sound coming from so deep in her chest as she turned to look at yuki. really, it shouldn’t have been that funny. all she knew was that she really, really wanted to kiss him.

she didn’t wait, lunging across the center console, hands shaking nervously as she rested them on either side of his face, pressing her chapped lips to his.

she had to hold herself back from moaning as yuki kissed her back, his warm hand caressing her sides under her open trench coat.

his touch was soft, safe, and comforting. but it was also electric, and left her wanting more when he finally pulled away for air.

“your car is probably charged”. he said nervously, blushing pink as he wiped away the saliva from his mouth. “I’d hate to kiss and run, but you probably want to get home.”

she rested her forehead against his, laughing softly as he rubbed his thumb over her wrist. “at least take me out to dinner before you kiss me and leave me hanging.”

“it’s a little late for dinner, but how does a late night caramel sundae sound?” he suggested weakly, shrugging his shoulders. mcdonalds was hardly first date material, but he knew he didn’t want this night to end, didn’t want to risk losing this magical moment.

“you drive and I’ll follow?”

“sounds good.” yuki grinned, kissing her again. “but just let me kiss you for a few more minutes to make sure that battery is well and truly charged.”

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Every Step of the Way

Oscar Piastri x Reader x Logan Sargeant x Liam Lawson

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, sick fic

Summary: With a new diagnosis, sometimes things can be confusing and scary. Oscar, Liam, and Logan do their best to help make things as easy as possible.

Warnings: Authors limited knowledge of cancer and chemotherapy

Notes: To the requester, I hope this brings you some comfort. I understand the fear of a new diagnosis. It's a difficult things to navigate.

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The appointment feels like it was years ago, yet she's still sitting in the office. The weight of the words sinking in, the new diagnosis still registering.

Cancer. The single word nobody wants to hear. It is a life changing thing that could pose to be fatal.

And right now, she feels alone. At the mercy of her own emotions. Her phone buzzing beside her, but her consciousness is too far away to notice it.

She hadn't been feeling well for some time. Oscar had suggested seeing a doctor, but she claimed allergies. She'll have to admit to him that he was right (again, as per usual).

The boys have been busy lately, off racing and traveling. She's been stuck home trying to get through all these appointments. The one time they are home, she wishes they weren't.

How is she supposed to tell them her body is trying to kill her? They have too much going on in their own lives right now to worry about her on top of it. The lovely anxiety she's been having over being a burden to her boys sets in once more.

She hates it. These dejected emotions want to escape from her via tears. Yet they don't come. They pool in her eyes instead, just on the cusp of sliding down her cheeks.

Her phone buzzes again. She looks at this time and sees the spam from Liam and Logan asking if she's been kidnapped or something. So much for not worrying them.

She drives him in silence. Only her thoughts to keep her company. The ones that tell her maybe she did something to deserve this. She thinks back to anything that could've cause this kind of karma.

She pulls into the driveway and tries to put a smile on her face as she walks through the door. "I'm home!"

Liam nearly tackles her to the floor as he scoops her up and tosses her onto the sofa. The one all three of the boys have turned into the perfect comfort spot with blankets and snacks and a movie already on the screen.

“Figured you might want some reprieve after your appointment.” Logan tosses a blanket over her.

“You don’t want to now the results?”

Oscar wraps an arm around her and tucks her close to his chest. “You were supposed to be home two hours ago. whatever it is, we can talk about it after you’ve had some time to wind down.”

She ends up falling asleep during the movie. the comforting presence of all three boys has her mind drifting off to somewhere that isn’t her own failing body.

She tries to soak up the normalcy of it all before things get worse. The voice in the back of her head is telling her that they won’t want her around when she’s too exhausted to do anything. when she starts draining their bank accounts because of all the medical bills.

The sleep she got was restless despite not waking up. They’d moved her to bed at some point. The cuddle pile and soft snores tell her it’s probably still early.

She maneuvers herself out of bed without waking the boys. A dance she’s done a thousand times before.

The glass of water is in her hands, but she doesn’t remember walking into the Kitchen. Everything is too much right now.

Her knees find the floor and the water spills everywhere. The glass shatters when she throws it in anger.

So much for not waking anyone.

Footsteps hastily make their way towards her. She can hear them whispering as they come around the corner and see the mess that she’s made.

“Love, I’m gonna come get you alright?” Strong arms wrap around her and bring her off the floor. She zones out listening to the song clatter of glass being picked up.

Back on the sofa again. The boys don’t push but she can tell they want answers. all three of them share nervous gazes.

“Cancer.”

She waits for anyone to say anything, to get angry and scream, maybe even cry. Instead she is hugged with such a gentle kind of love that she breaks. The tears don’t stop until she is dehydrated and choking.

“We’re not leaving you, alright? This diagnosis doesn’t stop us from loving you.”

The next week is torture. Getting ready for and starting chemotherapy is a nightmare.

It hurts, she’s sick, and the exhaustion makes everything worse.

But she also has people around her who love and care. They stick with her on the bad days and the worse days. they make the best out of the good days.

Oscar makes sure she sleeps, Logan makes sure she eats, and Liam tries to kidnap her when the other two get over protective.

It’s certainly a hard road. Some days are harder and she can barely function, but she’s trying.

Plus, it does help having people who love her around.

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 4 months

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Episode 2 of What If Season 2 poked the Peggy hornet’s nest and did exactly what I thought it would.

So, for context, in this reality Yondu actually handed Peter Quill over to Ego when he was supposed to, and within just 6 months Ego was able to corrupt his son into a conqueror, so they invade Earth together. Peggy is director of SHIELD at the time, and she and Howard work together to assemble a proto-Avengers team to stop them. The team consists of Hank Pym, Bill Foster, T’Chaka, Thor, Wendy Lawson (who I think is from Captain Marvel), and… wait for it… the Winter Motherfucking Soldier.

Yes, for real.

And because I know you’re thinking it, the excuse given is that he is in the hands of the Russians during this time, so Peggy and Howard couldn’t possibly have known about it UwU. Anyway, when they see him there’s a super drawn-out moment where they both think they recognize him (and it’s while he still has the mask on, so while this probably wasn’t intentional I actually read that as yet another middle finger to Steve, as Peggy could apparently recognize Bucky even under his disguise while Steve couldn’t). And then, Howard says, I shit you not: “I'd heard the rumors, but even if they’re true, the man we knew is long-gone, Peg, and we have bigger fish to fry.” And then later in the episode, with no segway from that to this, there’s a scene where they’re all together and the Winter Soldier has his mask off, and actually speaks.

So, at least in this universe, Howard and Peggy are 100% aware that Bucky Barnes is in fact the Winter Soldier. Later on in the episode Howard attempts to get through to him, but only when it becomes a necessity to save the world (because he is about to kill Peter Quill while Hank is trying to convince him to turn on Ego), but it’s still pretty damning. And then at the end of the episode, rather than trying to rehabilitate him, they just let him go. Like, it’s not the same situation as Steve where he was out cold and unable to do anything, they could have taken Bucky in and tried to break his programming, but they didn’t. It’s left ambiguous what will happen to him after that, so it’s not like they sent him back to Hydra, but Hydra is still out there in this universe, so my hopes aren’t high.

TLDR; this episode attempts to handwave away the very strong possibility that the Howard and Peggy of the Prime Timeline knew what was happening to Bucky, but in doing so unintentionally made them look so much worse.

I don't... I can't even... WTF did I just read? (not you of course, I mean, what is wrong with Marvel?) 🤦‍♀️

So they use Bucky while brainwashed and/or still with Hydra's BS in his mind, and they don't even care to help him out after? They see a victim and they use him and then turn away from him, not caring about his well-being? And, I assume, Howard and Lady Brexit are still framed as good guys? And how are they any better than Hydra in that story?! The absolute nerve...

Once I read the spoilers a few days ago and saw they were going to have her as Director of SHIELD, I just knew they were going to absolve her of everything and never have her answer for any of her actions. And of course the only one who says he had "heard rumours" was Howard, not her. She's an angelic glorious being incapable of doing anything wrong. What in the absolute narrative protection is this...

Howard and Miss Brexit couldn't possibly know about Bucky... yeah, right. Except for the fact that they knew what Zola had done, because Steve told them, and they still willingly worked alongside him, even gave him a nickname. Oh Arnie, my beloved, wasn't it fun when you tortured Steve's best friend? Let's have some beer. I don't see how Miss "I shoot innocents when I'm jealous" Brexit could have recognized Bucky considering she didn't give a damn about him after Steve risked his own life against her wishes to save him, but apparently in this she can tell who he is even with a mask on? Damn girl, did you inject the serum in him yourself?

And I'm sorry but what is this... “I'd heard the rumors, but even if they’re true, the man we knew is long gone.” Excuse me? Oh, good enough to use but not good enough to save? How is the everloving hell is that even a line?! Oh my god, Marvel, just say you hate Bucky and go. I don't get it, what, he's the guy who ruins their beloved Steggy nonsense and they can't help themselves, they have to drag him through the mud for daring to be more important to Steve than Miss Brexit here? (And I say that as a non-shipper but holy crap, this is nuts.)

Not even in another timeline are these two somewhat redeemable. And Bucky is fucked up no matter what. Typical.

So the Infinity Saga had Stark as their golden boy and now it's Agent Brexit's time to shine... Will the Hero Cinematic Universe ever provide any heroes of narrative protection or are they going to choose the bad ones only? Oh, you're a soldier kidnapped, tortured and brainwashed? Go ahead and make amends, you monster. Oh, you willingly worked for the TVA and tortured and killed because you wanted to? Poor you, let us frame you as good and pat you on the back, you sweet thing.

Wow, I got mad in this one. Sorry. I have the Bucky feels right now 😜😂

#I'm so happy I'm not watching this series #anti peggy carter #mcu critical #what if spoilers #pro bucky barnes

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I Don't Know Which Way's Home

Chapter 5: Trying

ao3 link, Part 1, Part 4

October 1986

“Ok, Julie,” Sarah Piercing, Julie’s case worker, sits across a small table from Julie, flipping through a file. “I know that this is hard for you, and I’m not asking for much. But we have to find you a temporary placement until I can locate some family members for you to stay with.”

Julie stays silent, staring at the corner of the table with her arms crossed. She’s wearing her mom’s sweatshirt, the same as she has for the past few days. It’s the only thing that’s making her feel comfortable at all, and she won’t take it off no matter how hard anyone else tries to.

“I’ve looked into your mother’s side of the family.” Sarah continues, sticking to the business. Not even a second’s hesitation in saying the word mother, as if the mere mention of her doesn’t make Julie want to burst out sobbing. “And the only family member I could find was her sister, but she is in another state, and after a short talk on the phone and a background check, deemed not suitable to take in a child.”

Suitable. As if anyone this person sticks her with would be more suitable that her mom. No one could ever live up to the person Rebecca Lawson was. No one could ever make Julie feel as safe as she did. As loved as she did.

“So, I’ve started looking into your father’s side. He has signed the birth certificate, but otherwise has not given up his parental rights, so he is still a placement to consider. Is it true that he has not been present in your life?”

Julie takes a deep breath, not wanting to talk about this anymore than she has to. “Yes.”

“This might all be a dead end. He does have an adult son, though. Have you ever met him?”

She stays silent again.

“Julie, I’m trying to find you a placement that is family, people that you are related to. I want to help you.”

Because the people she’s never met are family. Julie had family, and that’s gone. “I’ve never met anyone on my dad’s side. I’ve never even met him.”

“Alright. Maybe that isn’t the best outlet then. There is an open bed at the Radburn family’s house. They have two children there already, a brother and sister, ages twelve and eight. They’ve been there for a few months now and are currently being considered for adoption from a few couples. Does that sound like the best fit for you?”

“Whatever,” she responds coldly.

Sarah slides a folder in front of Julie. It holds all of the information Julie would need about this family before it becomes official, Sarah explains. As well as the address and phone number of her father if she ever wanted to initiate contact. If she ever wanted to find closure.

As if she needed anything else to make this week even worse. She’s already lost the only parent, the only family she’s ever known. She didn’t need to be rejected by the same man twice.

But there’s another name on the paper, the name of her father’s son. Steve Harrington. If she were to contact anyone from that family, it would be him. He deserved to know who his father was just as much as she did. That family deserved to know what Richard Harrington kept from them.

. . .

Present Day, November 1986

Steve knocks on the now Hopper-Byers house, hoping that Hopper is home. He needed to talk to someone who could actually help him with this, and he’s the closest he could think of. Maybe Joyce could help too since she took in El after Hopper was presumed dead, but he’s not entirely sure how that worked. He’s not entirely sure how Hopper gained custody of El anyway, he’s just hoping that it will help.

“Hello,” El says when she opens the door.

“Are you supposed to answer the door?”

She shrugs. “I have before.”

“Is your dad home, I’d like to talk to him.”

“Yes, he is in the kitchen.” El steps aside and lets him pass.

She walks with him to the kitchen, leading him as if he already doesn’t know the way. The Byers were lucky that the house hadn’t sold when they moved back to Hawkins, and with the payout from the government hush money and Hopper being reinstated as chief, they were able to add an extension so each of the kids could have their own room.

“Dad, Steve is here to see you,” she says as they enter the kitchen.

Hopper looks up from the file he’s reading with a nod. “Thanks, kid.” El walks away with a nod. “What can I do for you, Steve?”

He motions for Steve to take the seat across from him. “I was hoping I could talk to you about something. It’s about Julie.”

Hopper huffs out a laugh, closing the file in front of him and leaning back in the seat. “I was wondering how long it would take you to come talk to me. Go on.”

“I want to get custody for her, at least for a little while. I’m not sure I’m the best fit for her long term, but I want to get her out of that house, and she seems to like it back at mine.”

“Figured you would. I’m not sure how much help I’ll be, but I can definitely be a good character reference for you. So would Joyce.”

Steve nods. “Thank you. That means a lot.” He pauses. “How would I even go about doing this? Like what’s the first step? How’d you get custody of El?”

Hopper laughs. “Well, that wasn’t the most traditional way of doing things so that might not be the best help for your case. But I’d say probably talking to her case worker and seeing what you’d need to do to be granted temporary guardianship.”

“Ok, that doesn’t seem too bad. Anything you’d think I’d have to change to be granted that?”

“Getting a full-time job wouldn’t hurt. There’s probably going to be a house inspection so getting rid of anything, suspicious, is a good idea. But with how her case worker reacted to that house and the fact that she keeps running away, I think the odds are pretty good if she likes you. Of course, you’ll have to talk to Julie about all this first, see if she wants it.”

Steve doesn’t even know how to bring it up to Julie. He’s been scared that she might not even want this, that all of this effort might go toward nothing. But when he remembers the hopeless look on her face every time she has to go back to that house, and the breath of relief she took when he told her she could, illegally, stay at his house. All of it just tells him that there might be some hope in this.

The only hitch was how he didn’t feel like he was enough. Julie needed structure, a home. Somewhere that could provide for her better than he could. He’s barely an adult himself and can’t even legally drink yet, there’s no way he’s the best fit for her. And with the trauma that he’s just now starting to deal with, the nightmares he won’t be able to explain and the injuries he can’t either, it’s just not possible.

But temporary, he can work with temporarily. Steve only hopes that Julie can too.

“I’m planning to, soon.”

“Good. Hope it works out for you, let me know if I can help with anything else.”

Steve goes to stand, “Thank you again for your help. It really means a lot that you have my back for this.”

“Anytime, kid,” Hopper stands and sees Steve out. “And Steve, come to me again when you realize how long temporary means for you.”

Steve stares at Hopper as he closes the door, leaving him with the question he’s already debated more times than he can count.

. . .

“Hi,” Jane greets Julie at her empty lunch table, holding a lunch tray. “Can Max and I eat with you?”

“The people we normally eat are getting on my nerves,” Max complains, nodding her head at the table full of boys they just came from.

Julie looks in that direction. Two of the boys, one with curly hair and the other with a trying mullet are in a heated argument. One is just sitting there resigned of what is happening while the other looks over with a sorry gaze. “Sure,” Julie replies, “looks intense.”

“It was,” Jane states, sitting across from Julie after helping Max roll up to the end of the table.

“Something about the dumb game they play,” Max says while rolling her eyes.

“Dungeons and Dragons,” Jane mumbles over a bite of her sandwich. “They are trying to pick a date to play, but it is not working.”

Julie looks back at the table and sees all the boys now engaged in the argument and winces. “Doesn’t look like it.”

“Are you in Mrs. Wilson’s English class,” Jane asks, making small talk.

She shakes her head. “No, I’m a year ahead of you guys. Had her last year.”

“So, you already had to go through the torture of the Odyssey, be honest does it get any better.” Max reaches her hand across her tray and feels for her sandwich, carefully running her fingers along the edges before picking it up.

“If you’re into Greek Mythology, then yes. But if not, then no. Especially if you can’t get past the old language.” Julie picks at her lunch, not hungry.

Max sighs. “Great. It’s already enough that the story wants to make me fall asleep, but the guy who does the audiobook has the most sleep-inducing voice I’ve ever heard.”

“Lucas offered to read it to you,” Jane interrupts, sounding condescending.

“But he’s so busy with basketball, I don’t want to bother him with another thing.”

“You are not bothering him. Just ask him?”

“Who’s Lucas,” Julie asks, immediately regrets asking as this conversation seems to not involve her.

Jane looks at her with a smile. “Max’s boyfriend.”

“Sort of boyfriend,” Max corrects. “I haven’t decided if I’m ready for the full title yet.”

“He is her boyfriend,” Jane insists before returning to her lunch.

The three of them finish their lunch over small conversation, mainly just Jane and Max with Julie listening quietly. It’s weird to have people eat lunch with her. Ever since her best friend moved away a few years ago, there’s never been anyone else to eat with. And now the school is desolate compared to last year from the moves after spring break. It was easier to eat alone then to try and find friends.

But even though she doesn’t know Jane and Max that much, it doesn’t feel foreign. It feels friendly. Julie forgot how nice friendly felt.

. . .

“You will never guess what Keith just pulled me into his office for,” Robin excitedly runs up to Steve as he’s doing returns.

“We got a raise,” Steve guesses.

Robin shakes her head, pressing her lips together to keep in her excitement. “He’s quitting,” she loudly whispers as a customer came in the store.

Steve does a quick greeting to the customer before turning back to Robin. “You can’t be serious.”

“I indeed am, dingus. Keith is moving away and therefore, quitting. And he offered me his position as manager, but I declined it because I am going to start taking some classes at the community college in a few months, leaving you the opening to take it.”

“That would solve the job thing.” He winces, “But do I really want to manage a video store.”

Robin rolls her eyes. “Versus what, dingus. Just abandoning me to this shop alone as you go off and find a stuffy office job that I know you’ll hate and aren’t even qualified for. Take the job that’s been thrown into your lap. Because Keith may not like you but other than the week of spring break that they’ve since forgiven us for, your attendance has been spotless, with the exception of a few necessary call outs, the customers love you and you have great people skills. And while Keith seems to not think it, after working here for a while, you do have a good understanding of most of the movies in here and how to suggest them.”

“When you put it that way,” Steve sighs, yielding.

She smiles. “So, you’re going to go talk to Keith.”

“Yes. I will go talk to Keith.”

Steve walks over to the office and knocks gently. When Keith opens it, he rolls his eyes and leaves the door open when going back to his chair and his Cheetos.

“You’ll have to reapply,” Keith grumbles, upset that he’s even telling Steve this at all. “And you’ll have to interview with the owner.”

“When do I need it by?”

Keith sighs. “Have it by next week.”

“Great, thanks Keith.”

Steve returns to Robin with a grin. They work the rest of their shift before switching out with the afternoon workers, heading over to the school to pick up Dustin. He didn’t usually pick up Dustin from school, but with the state of the roads and heightened worry from the parents since the earthquake, he isn’t allowed to bike. So, he offered to do the days that Claudia needed to work. And he was happy to do it after all, gave him something to do.

He pulls up into his usual spot, Eddie’s van pulling up next to his not long after. Steve and Robin get out to talk to Eddie while they wait, and to make sure the back had enough for Max’s wheelchair.

It’s not awkward when he talks to Eddie. For some reason he thought it would be since they decided to put a pause on what was happening between them. But Eddie hops out and hugs Steve like he normally does, and then hugs Robin after. Like routine.

Steve should be grateful that it’s normal, should be grateful that Eddie doesn’t hold it against him. But it still stings knowing he was this close to getting something before he let his dad take it away from him again. Like he always did.

The last school bell rings and students start to flood out of the doors and into the parking lot and bus lane. Much less of a group of kids than last year, half of the town moving out after the quake, but still enough.

He spots Julie and catches her eye, waving at her. She waves back and he waves her over, thinking he can just offer her a ride. She’ll probably end up at his house anyway. But then Dustin will want to know who she is, but that he can deal with.

“Hey,” Julie greets him. “What are you doing here?”

“I pick up one of the kids I used to babysit after school sometimes,” Eddie and Robin snort when he says babysit, “Help his mom out. You want a ride, got an extra seat.”

“Oh. Uh, sure. Let me just go grab my bike.” Julie walks away, heading towards the bike racks.

Eddie leans closer to him. “You really think that’s a good idea.”

“Yeah,” Steve shrugs. “She’s coming over to my house anyway.”

“But have you told Dustin about this new thing?” Robin adds, widen her eyes and waving her hands around.

Steve sighs. “No, but I’ll handle it. I can just say I actually started babysitting or something.”

“Yeah, cause sixteen-year-olds are in desperate need of babysitting,” Eddie mumbles.

“I said or something,” he mutters back.

Dustin finally makes his way out of the school, barreling his way over with Lucas and Max. Lucas is pushing Max up the slight hill, making sure that she doesn’t run into the moving cars. Eddie goes over to the passenger side to open the side door for Max, which Lucas helps her to step into, making sure she doesn’t put too much body weight on her legs.

“I got it, I got it,” she scolds when Lucas helps a little too much, but with the relief visible on her face when she gets in the car, it was needed.

“Call me when you get home, ok,” Lucas asks. Max nods, clicking her seatbelt into place carefully and looking forward.

Eddie collapses her wheelchair and gets it in the back of his van, saying his goodbye to Steve before driving off. Lucas heads towards the bike racks, waving to the rest of them as he does.

“Steve,” Dustin repeats, stopping his long rant to Robin about his science class. “Come on. I have a project I have due tomorrow.”

“The one you had assigned two weeks ago and are just now starting?” He asks, leaning against his car.

Dustin rolls his eyes. “I was assigned last week and took me a while to think of an idea but now I have one and would like to get working on it. So can we go before the exit gets clogged with seniors.”

Steve sees Julie almost to his car, rolling her bike beside her. “In a second, I’m taking someone else home today.”

“Who,” Dustin asks with a shocked face. “Did you make another friend that’s a high schooler? You need more friends your age, man.”

“You know you say that and then get offended when I can’t drive you places because I’m hanging out with other people. And I have sort of made a friend, it’s more complicated than that.” Steve walks to his trunk and pops the hood.

“How is it complicated?” Dustin gets cut off when Julie walks up to the car, Steve taking her bike from her and loading it into his trunk. “Who are you?”

Robin smacks his arm. “Be nice, doofus.”

“Dustin, this is Julie,” Steve introduces, turning to Julie. “Ignore anything he’s about to say, he can be a bit overwhelming.”

Julie looks at him with both a concerned and confused look, almost looking like she’s debating getting her bike and refusing the ride. But Steve ushers Dustin to the other side of the car.

“I am not overwhelming, Steve, just a curious mind,” Dustin continues but Steve tunes him out.

Robin gets in her designated seat, with Julie sitting in the seat behind her. Steve shoots Robin a glare which she returns with one that says, “I told you so”, before he pulls out of the parking lot.

. . .

Dustin keeps looking at her. Which is both unsettling and uncomfortable with how obvious he is. Julie’s seen him around school a few times, he was the curly haired kid that Max was sitting with at lunch before moving to her table. She assumes they’re friends, and since he knows Steve, does Max too?

If only Julie could ask, but he keeps staring at her with squinted eyes like he’s trying to figure out her deal. She wonders if Steve has told him about their relationship. It’s not like she would care, they never talked about who they wanted to tell. But she trusts Steve’s judgement enough that if he decided to share it, she would have let him.

“I know you from somewhere,” Dustin finally says, apparently done assessing her face.

“Jesus, Dustin, give it a rest,” Steve chastises from the front seat.

Dustin rolls his eyes but continues anyway. “I saw you eating lunch with Max and Jane earlier.”

“I did,” she replies, shifting in her seat a bit, scratching at the same spot on her thumb. She always gets a bit uncomfortable around new people, but this is intense.

“How do you know Max?” he asks, almost defensive.

Steve sends an apologetic look through the rearview mirror. “Dustin,” he warns again.

“I’m just asking. You two obviously know each other and I don’t know her, so I’m asking.”

“More like interrogating,” Robin mutters under her breath with an agreeing nod from Steve.

“I used to live down the street from her in the trailer park,” Julie answers.

Dustin nods. “So do you know Eddie then too, they lived across the street from each other.”

“I do.” There is an air of uncomfortable energy clouding Julie’s space. She moves on from scratching to picking, almost enough to make her thumb bleed.

Robin groans. “Jesus, Steve pulls over.” He does. “Julie switch seats from me, you can ignore Dustin better than way.”

She gets out of the car and switches places with Robin, now in the front seat with Steve.

“Wait, what,” Dustin starts to protest. “You gave up your seat.”

Robin shrugs. “So.”

Dustin is obviously very upset and confused, almost betrayed. He looks at Steve for anything but gets nothing. “You never give up the front seat, for your motion sickness.”

“Yeah well,” she says with a sly grin, “that might be fake so I always get the front seat.”

“What,” Dustin exclaims. “And you give it up for some girl that I’ve only met today. You’ve known me for two years.”

“Julie’s special.”

“How is she special?”

Robin rolls her eyes. “She doesn’t annoy me twenty-four-seven like someone else does.”

“So, you know her too. How do the both of you know her?” Dustin takes a deep breath, staring up at the roof before looking straight ahead again. “I’m seriously just curious, I’ve never once seen her hang out with you guys.”

Steve gives her a questioning look at the red light. Asking silently if it was ok for him to tell Dustin. Julie just shrugs, leaving the decision up to him.

Steve lets out a long sigh. “Julie is my sister, Dustin.”

It’s the first time since Dustin’s started talking that he’s been quiet. She might have just met him, but it seems like that doesn’t happen a lot. He just sits back in his seat, stunned with this information.

“She’s your sister,” he finally says.

“Yep,” Julie responds, biting on her cheek.

“Holy shit. How long have you known?”

Steve rubs the back of his neck. “I don’t know, what three weeks now?”

“Yeah, around that” Julie confirms.

Dustin takes another second to think before his face hits with realization. “That’s why you look so familiar. I saw the resemblance.”

Julie looks at Steve. They have a few similarities, but not a lot. “I don’t think we look that alike-.”

“You totally do,” Dustin insists as they pull up to what Julie can assume is his house.

“Alright, we’re here, out,” Steve commands.

Dustin gaps. “What no, I have so many more questions. Like how did you meet, did she always know, does your mom know, did you ever suspect anything, is this going to throw off our group dynamics?”

“All questions that will be there tomorrow,” Robin adds. “Now out.”

“Fine,” he groans, opening the car door. “See you later, Steve. Nice meeting you, Julie.”

The car rids back to Steve’s is silent, making one more stop to drop Robin off at her house. Julie would start up a conversation, but it felt nice to sit in silence after what just happened. She expected that she would meet the other people in Steve’s life, just not like this. A little less thrown into it all, but then he did warn her that he was picking someone else up. She just thought they would have been a little more amicable.

Not to say that Dustin wasn’t, but he came off so defensive. Like he had to protect Steve from something. Julie remembers that Steve mentioned he met Eddie during the spring break craziness, and now that she thinks about it, he did see him wandering around the trailer park that week. With Dustin, and with Max. With Eddie, and Robin, and some other kids too.

That week was a plague in her community, one that no one really had an explanation for. The same lack of explanations for what happened for the last three years in this town. Just the last fourth of July, there were people going in hoards to the new mall, only to die in a supposed fire. Julie ran into a girl she knew from school heading there, there was nothing normal in the way they were walking to the mall.

Something has been going on in Hawkins, and Julie had a weird feeling that told her Steve somehow knew about it. But she had no other proof to tell her why.

“I’m sorry about him,” Steve finally says. “I should have guessed that it would go like that, but I was hoping he wouldn’t go straight into interrogation mode.”

“It’s fine,” Julie responds quietly, stopping herself from picking at her skin again. “You two seem close.”

Steve huffs out a laugh. “Yeah well, he was the closest thing I had to a sibling for well, before you.”

He pulls up his driveway and parks the car. As they get out of the car, the words he said sticks in Julie’s mind. Obviously, they were siblings, that was a biological fact. But biology means nothing when it comes to family, not for her at least. And they were estranged. Even though she’s spent almost every afternoon at his house for the past week, that doesn’t mean they were at the sibling level yet.

Unless they were. Julie was at the point where she could see Steve being a part of her life for a long time, maybe even forever. But she wasn’t sure if he was there yet. She had nothing left, no family, barely any friends. This new relationship with him was the last thing she could grasp that meant a family. It was easier for her to hope for the best when she already was holding the worst.

But him, he had a family. One already made from friends, his parents never really sticking around too much. It was something he talked about a lot, his friends. The kids he “babysat”, Robin, Eddie, he even mentioned one of his exes was now a close friend. He had people to rely on, he didn’t need another person in his life.

And yet he still smiled every time Julie came over and welcomed him into his home. Tried to get to know her and support her in the ways he could. Making sure she had a safe place to run away too when the other house got too much.

He understood her, or at least tried to. If anyone asked, she would not hesitate to say that they were siblings, let them assume that they were a real family. It was a reflex, a need. She needed people to know that she wasn’t alone. That there was someone to look after her.

Julie spent the last month looking after herself and everyone around her. Making sure she got the brunt of the yelling when Molly and Oliver were still in the house, did what she was told to avoid a fight. Ran away for nights on end and stealing extra food from the school lunches just to make sure she didn’t starve. It was her reality.

So, it was normal to want someone to take the load off again. And a small part of her wanted it to be Steve, hoped that he would do it. But she would never ask for it directly. He didn’t need her, and she hated the fact that she needed him.

“There’s something I wanted to talk to you about,” Steve starts when the walk into the kitchen, sitting down across from her usual seat at the table. “It’s kind of important.”

Anxiety shoots through Julie as she sits down. This was it. “Ok,” she says warily.

Steve clears his throat, visibly debating how to say whatever it was. Only making it worse for Julie. “I’ve been thinking about a few things but mainly about how much you come over. I’ve seen you use the back shed a few times when things get bad, and sometimes I’ll come down for a glass of water and you’ll be sleeping on the couch.”

It’s too much, he doesn’t want her there. He’s taking back his offer because she used it too much. He doesn’t want her here anymore.

“The point I am trying to make is that you seem to like it here, more than there. And as far as us trying to get to know each other, I think it’s going well. I’ve liked getting to know you and starting to have that sibling relationship that I’ve wanted since I was a kid. Having Dustin and the kids is nice, and as much as I see them as siblings, it’s different. They have their own families while I don’t. But I want to. So, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to see if I could get temporary custody of you, so you could come live here.”

“Oh,” Julie says in shock, her anxiety lessens and her defenses lower. He said the opposite of what he thought he would.

“And it doesn’t need to be permanent, just temporary. I’m not completely sure if I would even qualify for permanent custody or anything, or if I’m the best for that. But what I’m trying to say is that your welcome here, and I’d like to see you sleep on a real bed instead of my couch.”

Temporary rings around in her head, sticking more than everything else. The possibility of leaving still ever present, of not having a permanent home. She gets what he’s saying that he might not get approved, that she would be forced to move somewhere else. But she would want him to at least try. To at least admit that maybe he too wanted this for more than a short time.

Julie was never one to keep friendships, to let anyone in other than family. It was her and her mom against everyone else, always. She’s missed having that permanence, and she wanted Steve to fill that place.

Even though he would never be her mom, he never could be. And maybe she’s already putting too much pressure on him to be that.

But with the way he’s looking at her, she can’t help but think that they’re one in the same. Two people hurt by circumstance, trying desperately to create something to fix the brokenness of the past.

Maybe he needed her just as much as she needed him.

“I’d like that,” she finally says. “I want that.”

He visibly deflates back into his chair. “Ok. There’re a few things we’ll need to talk about, but I’d like to get this started. Could I have the name and contact information from your case worker, so I can talk to her and see what needs to happen?”

“Yeah, sure.” Julie rummages in her bag for the business card her case worker left her. She’s gotten used to carrying everything on her back that’s important, just in case. Pulling it out, she hands it to him.

“Thanks. It’s probably too late to call now, but I’ll do it tomorrow.”

Julie looks at him with hope that still feels a little misplaced, but she can’t snuff it out this time. “Ok.”

. . .

“I think that is a great idea, Steve,” Sarah, Julie’s case worker, says across the line. “I’ve been looking to get her out of that house for a while now but no one else in the school district has an open bed. But if she’s comfortable with it, I have no problem helping you get approved.”

“That’s great,” Steve responds. “Just let me know what I need to do, and I’ll get working on it.”

“Are you doing anything tomorrow around noon? We can have a formal, in person chat about everything.”

“I have a day off from work tomorrow, so that works.”

“Great, my office address is on the business card Julie gave you. Looking forward to meeting you in person. See you tomorrow.”

Steve places the phone back on the receiver just for it to start ringing again.

“Hello, Harrington residence,” he answers.

“I still can’t get over how formal you answer the phone,” Eddie says.

“Yeah, well it’s a habit.”

Eddie laughs and it makes Steve’s heart pull. He misses that laugh. “I was just calling to check in on you. We haven’t talked in a few days.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Steve didn’t mean to, it just happened. It was better for him if he didn’t see Eddie as much, that way he could stop himself from doing something stupid. “I’ve been busy dealing with some stuff, but I’m fine.”

“What stuff?”

“I’m working on getting custody of Julie. Or temporary guardianship. Custody is a much longer battle.”

“Holy shit, really? That’s great. As long as if it’s what you want.”

It is what Steve wants, but not all of it. His mind has been all over the place that he’s been neglecting himself. Neglecting his feelings for Eddie. It was his choice to put a pause on this, his choice to only deal with one thing at once. But as he’s working through everything again, he wants to feel like he can have things of his own again.

Robin has been there for him while he works through all of these feelings about his dad. The feelings of neglect and unworthiness. That nothing he can do could make him worthy in his parents’ eyes. And how those transfers to everything else.

Other feelings have bubbled up to the surface along with it. The one-sided breakup with Nancy, how unwanted he felt after that. How it felt that no matter how much he changed, how much he grew, he would never feel worthy of anyone.

Even now with Julie. He’s only been in her life for such a short time. And ever though it wasn’t his fault, he still felt like this wasn’t going to be a permanent thing. No one he was related to ever stuck around for longer than a few months. Why would she do the same thing.

Sometime in the future, she would find a family that could provide for her in the way that she needed. He was disjointed with a multitude of unprocessed trauma in a house that he didn’t own. He was unstable, Julie deserved stability.

“It’s what I want.”

“Good. We should have movie night again tomorrow with Birdie, get your mind off of it. I can bring some stuff too if you want.”

“Yeah, sure. I have a meeting with her case worker tomorrow to talk about how to do this, so I’ll probably need it.”

“See you tomorrow, then. Bye, Stevie. I’ve missed you.” Eddie hangs up the phone before Steve can respond.

There’s an ache in his chest when he hangs up the phone again, regretting everything. All he wants is to call Eddie back and invite him over now. Take everything for himself again. But he knows tomorrow he’s just going to wake up and feel undeserving of it all over again, so he won’t.

He won’t string Eddie along with his pile of insecurities, not now. When everything is settled, maybe then it will all start to fade away, and he can let himself be happy again.

But he needs to work things out with Julie first, then he can focus on himself again.

Chapter 6

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#stranger things #stranger things fic #long lost/secret sibling #steve has a sibling #steve harrington #julie lawson #eddie munson #robin buckley #dustin henderson #max mayfield #el hopper #steddie #angst #i don't know which ways home fic

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blorbocedes · 1 year

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sentient best boy RB18 👉👈 for the worms in my brain

1. made for Max. like, adjusted and invented to fit Max perfectly. A little bit possessive. Might've tried to kill Liam Lawson when he had to drive for FP1 because it's not Max and that's wrong. He loves Max. Has a bit of a praise kink to be told he's been simply lovely to drive today.

2. Much like Max, is a bit opinionated. Somedays your car doesn't behave, has opinions on tyre strategy. Sometimes will make mediums last 40 laps, other times will DNF the first 3 races. Max had to learn to see past the unpredictable, prickly exterior and figure out how to maximise the most out of him... they had to trust each other and come together to understand the common goal of winning the championship. Loves overtaking and being wet 😏

3. A bit of a ship of Theseus situation. If your front wing and floor and engines can all be switched out, piece by piece, then what makes the RB18... itself? He doesn't know or care because he hasn't taken Intro to Philosophy 101

4. Bisexual like bi king Max. Had a romance going with the F1-75... she was fearless and crazier than him (had a coke habit) and god help anyone who disrespected his queen. She could not only keep up with him but was faster, which drove Mr RB18 nuts. They'd laugh about the W-13, the runt of the great Mercedes family. But then after summer break... she was different. Subdued. Sluggish. More than a minute behind. There were rumours swirling she went to rehab for her coke habit, and they lobotomised her 😔

5. [Redacted for Bella's birthday] 😈🥰🔞

#rb18/max #5 headcanon aus #blorbocedes ask #f1 rpf #sentient boy car

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bubblepopsims · 4 months

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J: "do You guys find pleasure in belittling Izzi? Your child?”

J: "Because something tells me that you guys, Not just you Mrs. Ivanov, who has taunted them the moment they walked in. Yes I saw the looks, the disappointed up and down. the fact that i counted over ten times that you have addressed my fiance by their dead name, Practically told them just now that all they got "good" from you guys was the fact that Izzi can run a business??? That you guys aren’t even proud off? Make it make sense,please explain to me how this is making sense?”

J: "With all due respect. I do remember you telling my fiance that you have to SEE them in order to get this paperwork that their grandfather left to them to handle. Izzi didn't have to show up here. so i suggest you show them the respect you should have given to them long ago.Address them correctly, speak to them like they are person who is learning, growing and fucking beautiful. Not a damn disappointment. Excuse my language"

S: "Excuse me but who are you attempting to tell us how to speak to our child in our house. These points you seem so strongly about are unnecessary. Absolutely Absurd. You are in MY house малышка (little girl) show US, some respect.”

J: "respect? I have been on my best behavior Mrs. ivanov. And calling me little girl. Yes I know what you said, I am marrying your child. Which by the way you don't have to be okay with it. quite frankly you are not even invited to the wedding. there is no part of our relationship that wants anything to do with you." Izzi tried her hardest not to break face and closed their eyes. Juju once again was being fearless, but very much reckless in her case. it was shaking up their parents, physically seeing their mothers face grow Tighter and tighter with how brush-off Juju was with everything that came out of her mouth.

Savrina huffed at Juju's words and started to raise her voice. S: " Katrina Documents NOW. i want these disgusting creatures out of my house as soon as possible."

J: "disgusting creatures ?? Disgusting creatures??? i know she just didn't...." I: "Baby... baby.. do- but before Izzi could finish their statement Juju was already on her feet.

J: "Oh that's big coming from you, you fake ass wannabe Del sol Valley Barbie. Calling us disgusting. Last time i checked that is your child, you are addressing and i can see more and more why they! yes, THEY! wanted to get the fuck away from you."

Lawson finally rose to his feet and stood next to his annoyed wife. L: "Now that is enough out of you, I don't know who you think you are speaking to my wife in such a matter but i will have you know that, i will not be tolerating that in this house!"

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#ts4 simblr #ts4 #ts4 story #the tribe #sims 4 #my sims #oc: izzi #c: juju

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dragonologist-phd · 5 months

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another inspiration board, this time for Lilith! suggested by @dujour13 (thank you for the suggestion!) this was a very fun one, as Lilith is definitely one of my favorite character archetypes!

Yennefer of Vengerberg - The Witcher

"Forget the bottle. Let your chaos explode."

So first of all, I've never played the games (yeah yeah i know). But I love Yennefer in the show, and a lot of her traits she shares with Lilith- her pride, her sharp tongue, her raw power, her refusal to be ignored. The actress's mannerisms especially are a lot like how I imagine Lilith, she's got a kind of stubborn dignity that I really love.

Madeline Usher - The Fall of the House of the Usher

"There's no such thing as a step back. You go forward. And if you hit a brick wall, you don't go back, you go through."

Obviously Madeline wasn't an original inspiration as the show just came out last month, but she and Lilith have *so* much in common. Ambitious and lethal and manipulative and ruthless and absolutely unapologetic about all of it. I gotta stop now or i'll keep rambling about Madeline forever she was so perfect in this show

Athena - Greek Mythology

The goddess of wisdom and warcraft, which are definitely domains that Lilith would respect

Lilith Clawthorne - The Owl House

"Maybe you are stronger than me, but that made me work smarter. I became sharp, crafty!"

Another Lilith! My Lilith is most like Lilith C in her early appearances, when she's still acting as the second in command to the Big Bad. She's found herself on the wrong side of a tyrannical regime, but stays loyal because she has a weird relationship with authority because it serves her own ends. It matches up well with My Lilith's own backstory and complicated loyalties, though My Lilith doesn't get quite the same character development.

Azula - Avatar: The Last Airbender

"Don't flatter yourself. You were never even a player."

Speaking of backstory! Those running themes are very present with Azula, and a lot of Lilith's backstory mirrors her- a young prodigy, smart and ruthless even at a young age, with a deep need to prove herself spurred on by the cutthroat environment she was raised in.

Plus, I had to include at least one character with a fire motif!

Miranda Lawson - Mass Effect

"I settle for nothing but the best."

Miranda has a lot in common with other characters here- a drive for perfection, ambition, ruthlessness, a complicated dynamic with the stories villains- but her main reason for being on here is actually her relationship with her sister. She wants to protect her sister, and she obviously loves her...but she tries to do it from a distance, because she doesn't believe she'd actually be a good influence in her life.

Somehow, Lilith ends up with similar people in her life- Sirin in Tyranny, and Ember in Pathfinder. She has no idea how to care about people in a genuine way, but she does want to protect them, and maybe even give them a better life than she had.

(their main difference is that in Miranda's place, Lilith would have killed TIM and take over as head of Cerberus. sorry, universe!)

#i might be exposing myself here but of course lilith is inspired by women who vary from morally questionable to full evil #most of whom i've had a crush on at some point #ch: lilith #character inspiration

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inafieldofdaisies · 10 months

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(WIP) Music Monday Tag

The rules: Post a song that is relevant to your WIP or inspires it. I’m also including the lyrics.

You walk in I can hardly breathe Your skin, just the touch of your skin Would be the death of me If this is heaven, lay me down to rest And if it's not, it must be second best Love, why did you wait so long to find me here? I swore that the sun would surely hide all year But you brought the brightest light All the grace in the way that you move is killing me Kiss me with your poison lips Let it seep in my veins So I'll never be the same Let me drown in it I'll follow you into the endless night Just tell me that you'll bring me back to life

them to a T, I added it to the WIP playlist so damn fast.

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Pulls you with her perfect smile Pretty soon you're done One more sucker pays the price Thinking you're the one Many men have tried and failed Captured by her bold Stay away from Juliet You will lose control Nobody does it like Juliet Juliet, what you do to me The way she does it is criminal Physical and it's killing me Nothing wrong in these allegations She know oh oh oh ee oh oh Nobody does it like Juliet Juliet, you are haunting me

the way I pulled this one from the archive :D it's not even on Spotify no more :( But damn if it's not Mer before coming to Hope County and even when playing Mercedes

Tagging @thesingularityseries @direwombat @strafethesesinners @madparadoxum @poisonedtruth @detectivelokis @shegetsburned @nightbloodbix @aceghosts @jacobsneed @josephslittledeputy @theelderhazelnut @josephseedismyfather @trench-rot @g0dspeeed @adelaidedrubman @clicheantagonist @voidika @v0idbuggy @socially-awkward-skeleton @florbelles @fleurviolettes @euryalex @vampireninjabunnies-blog @dumbassdep and anyone that would like to do the tag <3

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DAY 11 - The Hunter - Knows the killer’s weakness and the best way to beat them. The Final Girl typically teams up with them to finally nail the killer. Usually, they’re considered the other final character to survive.

Lawson, the older brother of Belle ( the final girl) is a man who dispite his hardships still tried to make a name for himself. Lawson was once a student at Windbrook High and made friends with one peculiar depressed kid. Lawson being 2 years older than the kids in his year made him an outcast, but he wasn't alone. The two bonded over their shared interest in the indie metal band "The Ironclads". (Woahhh, you actually know that band?) Lawson's life outside of school was also filled with tribulation, not ever knowing his biological father and being raised by a single mother struggling to make ends meet. His mom told him he had a younger sister from his dad's side, but never got the chance to meet her. Tedd ( the detective) would pay for Lawson's school fees, this was until he vanished, leaving Lawson and his mother without any money to continue. Lawson was forced to drop out of school and work in the millitary as a way to support his mother. There he learned valuable skills, like how to handle a firearm. He eventually got one gifted to him by his boss.

DAY 10← →DAY 12

(Bio continues under the cut)

Lawson continued:

Lawson had heard that his bestfriend attempted because all the harrasment at school and would continue to stay in touch with him. One night, Lawson received a call at 12:00 am from an unknown number, but he recognised the voice. It was his friend. "This is the last time you will be hearing from me. They will all regret what they said, what they made me do and what they did to me. Vengence will come down on all of them like a knife, and sever their heads. You were different Lawson. Thank you." Lawson's head was racing, he knew exactly what Mortimer meant by "vengence". He wrote letters to Belle to warn her of the killer but had to remain anonymous, in fear his father would see the letters and hide them from Belle. Letters would not be enough, so Lawson decided to grab his gifted firearm and head for where it all began. Windbrook High.

"I'm coming, Mortimer."

#windbrookslashed #sims challenge #ts4 #my sims #simblr #sims4 #cas challenge #sims 4 cc #simberleen

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ethansluvbot · 1 year

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would you do a sam carpenter x sister reader fic … based on scream vi maybe she sacrifices herself. -angst ; sad; blood . ethan k¡lls her maybe pls make it gore and sad thank u , love ur scream fics

TV | ETHAN LANDRY

summary: reader is sams sister and she's best friends with ethan. after a fight with ethan, you both start to ignore each other. later that night you guys follow a plan to get rid of the ghost face. it ends up with you not being exactly lucky...

warnings: SPOILERS!!!, knifes, blood, gore, angst.

an: hey!! thank you so much for the request. i hope this is what you were hoping for. if its not feel free to lmk :) this does not follow the scream 6 plot.

moving to new york wasn't your idea. you didn't enjoy the city at all. it was crowded, filthy and the people there were beyond rude. the only reason you were there was for your sisters. you were always worried, mostly for tara since she was the youngest of you all.

being in the friend group wasn't ideal, considering you were also a target to the ghost face. somehow ethan made it better. he was always there for you. after each of your classes he was waiting to walk you to the next.

walking out of your current class you saw the awkward boy standing there. you smiled walking over to him. the thing was you never asked him to walk you anywhere, he was just there. chad always made fun of him for it but you thought it was sweet.

"hi! your going to have fun in professor lawsons class, he had so much fun objectifying girls in the class," you said sarcastically. he gave you an awkward smile taking your books from you.

"thank you ethan, you know you don't have to walk me to all of my classes right?"

he looked over to you with big puppy dog eyes, "i know. i enjoy to walk with you though."

that was all true. ethan had the biggest crush on you since you moved to new york. he would never flat out tell you but he tried to hint it. handing you back your books when you got the classroom he waved goodbye.

"see you later?" you smiled over to him. he nodded in responses hurrying to his class, hopefully not being too late.

somehow your night turned into tara, sam and you being chased by serial killers. it scared you more to believe your sisters could be murdered than yourself. mindys predictions began to add up about who the killers were. ethan was never there when the attacks were going on. you began to doubt all the allibies that he had told you.

how could ethan the dorky, sweet, puppy dogged eye boy do this? all those nights your had spent with him were ruined. all the dinners, picnics and walks your spent with him meant nothing to you anymore. you were left alone, defenseless in the theatre.

kirby was knocked out on the floor, sam and tara were being held by the other ghostface, and you were left there on the ground. one of the ghost face crouch down beside you tilting there head.

"hello pretty girl," a tear escaped your eye as you know exactly who this was. it was for sure ethan. he always called you pretty girl.

"fuck you," you say kicking at him. he finally pulled off his mask. he brought the knife to your throat pressing harshly. chocking you saw your sisters approaching the theatre.

"if you're going to kill me, just fucking do it. id rather not see your face another second," you yelled in his face harshly. you saw tara tear up as she saw the knife at your throat.

"i didn't want it to end like this. you could've helped us, you could've lived but you chose this for yourself." he screamed back at you, this time he plunged the knife into your skin.

"you stupid fucking bitch," he continued to stab you with the knife as you screamed out in pain. this caused sam to finally break as she kicked detective bailey. she quickly spun around grabbing the closest item and hitting him in the head. grabbing his gun and shooting him in the head.

you had never seen this side of sam. in your eyes she would never hurt a fly, but there you were witnessing it with your own eyes. you hear another shot as you look to see ethan down. you couldn't speak as you felt yourself bleed out. the light began to get dimmer as you saw a figure crouch beside you.

"y/n. you have to keep your eyes open, please." tara stuttered out as she looked down at you. tears began to pour down her face as you grabbed her hand.

"i love both of you. all i wish is the best for both of you. if this save you both, then this is how i was supposed to go." your eyes began to shut as your heard one last sentence from tara.

"don't do this to me!" tara was dragged away by sam as she screamed to your name. sams eyes are swollen and red as she drags tara out. she didn't want to see her sister that upset. it was normal for sam to hide her emotions. she hugged tara as tears streamed down her face.

no one would've believed that ethan the dorky, sweet, puppy dogged eyed boy would kill anyone. all the time that you spent going to dinner, picnics and study dates meant nothing. you were glad he died. he needs to burn in hell.

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corrodedcoffinkid · 2 years

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Prompt 1: Loving Wayne comforts Eddie after a bad nightmare.

Prompt 2: Steve and Eddie have a double date with Robin and Nancy at their first fancy restaurant.

Thank you! 🥰

prompt 1

Wayne flicks through the channels on TV. He needs to get up, adjust the antennas, but Eddie is fast asleep in his lap. The boy hadn’t had the best day- rough day at school, and Steve had to work tonight. Wayne had attempted to make it better by fixing Eddie’s favorite meal- chicken nuggets. It’d helped slightly, but as soon as dinner was over, Eddie was back to sulking.

Even though Eddie wouldn’t admit it, Wayne suspected he’d been cornered by some bullies today. He almost always can tell when Eddie has bad encounters with Jason Carver. He’d be jumpy for the rest of the day, and would retreat to his room to draw or work on his campaigns. Wayne makes a mental note to ask Steve if anything had happened.

Eddie’s a very still sleeper, so Wayne hardly notices he’s there. Other than the occasional soft snore or sleep talking, he’s quiet.

And that’s why his nightmares are so disturbing.

It starts slow, but Wayne still jumps when Eddie begins to squirm in his sleep. Eddie’s face scrunches up, and he grabs a fistful of his uncle’s shirt. He whimpers, still fighting whatever his mind had conjured up for him to fight.

“Son, it’s okay,” Wayne soothes, “I’m right here.” He knows better than to wake somebody from a night terror. A bruised jaw from a few months ago had let him know not to shake somebody experiencing a trauma nightmare.

Suddenly, Eddie lets out a scream. He’s thrashing now, gasping for air in between screams. Wayne grabs the boy, and restrains him against his chest. God, he hopes this would end soon. “Eddie! Wake up, son, it’s okay!”

Finally, Eddie jolts upward with a scream. “Help!” He looks around frantically- where are the bats? Where is Vecna? His eyes land on his uncle, instead.

Safe. Uncle Wayne is safe.

He tries to explain his dream, tries to talk, but all he can do is cry. “Uncle Wayne! It was terrible!”

Wayne holds the boy closer. “I know, son. Tell me all about it.”

“The bats!” He chokes out, “Oh, God, they were tearing into me! Vecna… he was chasing me! I just wanted to go home, but I couldn’t! And Steve was dead and you were dead and it was the worst nightmare ever!”

Wayne rubs Eddie’s back, nodding as he explained his dream. “It’s all over now. You’re safe.”

After Eddie’s crying begins to slow down, Wayne takes him to the kitchen. “How about some late night snacks?”

“Frosted flakes?” Eddie asks halfheartedly.

“If you want.”

Eddie smiles, just a little.

His uncle pours them both a bowl of cereal- no milk for Eddie. If his cereal got soggy, Wayne wouldn’t hear the end of it until next year. “You make the best cereal,” Eddie says around a mouthful of frosted flakes, “Thank you.”

“Always, boy.”

prompt 2

“I’m pretty sure the fork goes on the left side.”

“I’m pretty sure I don’t care.”

Nancy swats at Eddie and Robin in an attempt to stop their bickering. “Both of you, stop! We are at the fanciest restaurant in Indiana!”

Steve scoffs, “Only because it was you and Robin’s turn to pick the restaurant.”

“Oh, there was no Robin involved,” Robin laughs dryly, “I wanted a cheeseburger from McDonald’s- Nancy wanted a filet mignon.”

Nancy opens her mouth to retort, but Steve beats her there. “Yeah, sure, Nance, let’s take our autistic partners to a fancy restaurant with a dress code- what could go wrong?”

“Steve,” Eddie whines, “I don’t eat anything on this menu!”

“Me either,” Robin says.

Nancy huffs, and places her head in her hands. “Have either of you thought about trying something new?”Both of them shake their heads rapidly. “Okay, fine,” Nancy points to an item on the menu. “This is basically a grilled cheese with ham.”

“A crack monster?” Eddie asks.

Nancy feels her soul die a little. “Croque monsieur.”

“Can I get mine with no ham?”

“Robin-”

“It better not come on whole wheat bread.”

“Eddie-”

Robin lets out a loud groan, and pushes away her menu. “This is stupid, and this suit jacket is itchy!”

A waiter approaches them, interrupting Nancy from choking her lovely girlfriend. “May I get you something to drink?”

Eddie nods. “Your finest mountain dew.”

“We don’t carry soft drinks, sir.”

“Yup, I’m out,” Eddie says, getting out of his seat. “I’m sure the crack monster is lovely, but I need soda.”

Nancy groans, “Croque monsieur!”

Robin and Eddie steal some bread rolls from the table before chasing one another out of the restaurant. Steve sighs, “Sorry, Nance.”

“…We’re going to McDonald’s, aren’t we?”

“Probably.”

Nancy rolls her eyes as she follows Steve out of the restaurant. One night, she just wanted one good night. Just then, she hears rain begin pouring on the roof. Great.

She pushes open the door, and what she sees makes all her anger melt away.

Eddie and Robin are giggling and dancing in the rain, tossing dinner rolls at one another. Eddie’s tie is on the ground, Robin’s new suit jacket is soaking wet. “Steve! Nancy!” Robin yells, “Dance with us!”

Steve and Nancy exchange looks before running to join their other halves.

Nancy laughs, pulling Robin in close. “So much for my filet mignon, huh?” She smiles, gently elbowing her girlfriend. Before Robin can respond, Eddie chucks a roll at the back of her head. “Munson, you are so dead!”

“Been hunted down since senior year, baby! Get in line!” Another roll.

“Which senior year?”

Eddie fakes a gasp. “Don’t make me shove that damn clarinet down your throat, Buckley.”

Steve shakes his head, then opens the car door. “All of you, in the car! You’re going to catch a cold!”

Piling in the car together, they all huddle close to keep warm. “So…” Eddie asks. “McNuggets?”

“McNuggets,” Robin agrees.

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lovelytsunoda · 4 months

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my sloppy new years kiss // liam lawson

summary: y/n piastri kisses someone she definitely shouldn’t at a Christmas party. god knows her brother will never let her live it down

pairing: liam lawson x piastri! reader

y/npiastri just posted!

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y/npiastri don’t make me wait, shut up and kiss me

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oscarpiastri considering who else was at that party, I really wish you wouldn’t encourage them to make out with you at every possible moment

-> liamlawson30 but dude your sister is smoking hot

-> oscarpiastri never say those words again or I am ending our friendship. you have been warned

user she’s so hot omg

user m-m-mommy?

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lissiemackintosh SLAY

logansargeant was this before or after you kissed he who shall not be named?

-> oscarpiastri BEFORE SHE DID WHAT

-> y/npiastri LOGAN HUNTER SARGEANT WHAT PART OF TELL OSCAR AND ILL CASTRATE YOU DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND

->logansargeant I’ve already said too much

-> oscarpiastri BOTH OF YOU COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT

landonorris just posted a story!

liamlawson30 just posted!

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liamlawson30 I can neither confirm nor deny the things (or people) I am said to have done last night

oscarpiastri it’s my sister. she’s *things* isn’t she

-> liamlawson30 I plead the fifth

logansargeant I’m sure that your pr guys just loved that caption buddy

yukitsunoda on a scale of one to ten how much to you fear for your life rn

-> liamlawson30 12

user lmao he’s so unbothered

user mans just broke the internet and pissed off his best friend and all he’s really saying is ‘oopsies’

redbulldriversacademy Liam we’d like a quick word in Christian’s office!

-> liamlawson30 oh fuck me

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y/npiastri it’s me, hi (I’m things and that’s liam drunk off his ass)

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oscarpiastri what the fuck…WHAT THE FUCK

-> logansargeant I tried to tell you (without actually telling you)

landonorris soz for outing you guys….dont let me post when I’m hungover

liamlawson30 sexy

-> y/npiastri liam you big stud

-> liamlawson30 that’s me honey

-> y/npiastri take me to bed or lose me forever 🥺

-> oscarpiastri blocked. both of you. THIS IS REAL LOFE NOT TOP GUN

nicolepiastri do you like giving your brother a heart attack?

-> y/npiastri very much so actually

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freedomfireflies · 1 year

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Weedboiii Void | 9. Bullshit

Summary: Royal is a patient at Eichen House. Colin happens to be, too. But this mysterious boy is more than just fake blonde hair and weed.

He's also the voice in his head.

Word Count: 2.2k

The silence is deafening.

It follows her throughout the rest of the day and well into the night. At first, Royal was grateful for the quiet. For the peace. A moment of reprieve from the nightmare she’s been living these past few months. Years, really.

Now? Now she feels alone. Which is exactly what she’d thought she wanted but as it turns out…she misses him.

Both of them.

The moment Void made a home in her mind, he vanished. She tried to call him back out, tried to talk to him, maybe even understand him.

But the Nogitsune did what it does best. It took. Took each ounce of the pain she’d grown so used to living with and fed.

As the moments passed, her body grew weary, and she wilted down onto her bed where she remained for the rest of the evening.

She didn’t see Colin at dinner. Didn’t find him in the Rec Room or the Quiet Room or even in group. He wasn’t lurking in the hallways, and he never showed up in the bathroom when she took her shower.

He was angry with her.

Which Royal supposes is rather fair, although she doesn’t quite know why he’s so upset. She imagines he should be pleased with this newfound freedom. In fact, he’s probably having the time of his life now that he no longer has a dark fox spirit living inside his soul.

Nevertheless, the look Lawson gave her when she met his eye in the cafeteria earlier told her everything she needed to know.

She doesn’t know if she can really have called them friends. Maybe friendly at best. Yet, even still, she feels a sort of hollowness now that he’s written her off.

She wonders why that is.

When Void refuses to make his appearance that morning, Royal curses him under her breath and heads to the Reading Room.

She doesn’t have much energy for anything else. As it turns out, giving your body to a thousand-year-old evil spirit takes quite a toll on you. Even more so than death itself. So, she curls up into her favorite chair and flips open one of the only novels available.

It’s boring and the plot falls rather flat, but she flips through the pages mindlessly, anyway. After all, this is what she did before Colin. She doesn’t see why that should change now.

She’s just begun chapter nine when she sees him walk in. He’s with Lawson, engaged in conversation, and doesn’t bother to glance over as they make their way for the board games.

Her heart leaps into her throat as he runs a hand through the dirty, blonde strands but immediately forces herself to remain indifferent. He doesn’t want her to notice him. Doesn’t want her to care. So, she looks back down at the book, and wills herself to focus on anything but him.

She hears their voices from across the room. Laughing and joking about something she doesn’t catch and shakes her head when she realizes she’s becoming invested in the sound of his voice.

The book, she thinks. Just read your fucking book.

Still, that doesn’t stop her ears from picking up the mangled pieces of their discussion as they slide their checker pieces across the board.

“—s’fucking stupid, anyway,” Colin is saying, huffing a bit as he shakes his head. “No, really, it’s not—”

She frowns when she loses the rest of what he says, glaring at the page before her as she leans forward in an attempt to hear.

“—if you just talk to her,” Lawson replies. “M’not saying you gotta be mates or anything, I just don’t think—”

“—fucking lied to me, all right—”

“—all right, fine. Don’t have to take the piss out of me—”

“—fucking doesn’t even care—”

“—doesn’t mean she’s not—”

“—already said I wouldn’t—”

“—s’not like you really have anything to lose…right?” Lawson sighs, and Royal finally looks up.

Colin is glaring at their game, arms on the table as the veins pull at this skin. “It’s not about that.”

“Then what?”

He looks up. Meets her eye and her breath hitches. She wonders how long he’s known she’s been listening. Or even that she was in the room.

But instead of shouting at her, which she half expected him to do, he narrows his eyes and stands quickly from the table. Then, he turns on his heel and strides for the hallway, leaving Lawson, the game, and her behind.

Her heart sinks as she slumps against the chair and stares at her lap. She’s not exactly sure what she wanted him to do instead. Maybe she thought he’d at least…nod at her? Give her some semblance of sympathy or maybe even—

“Are you gonna fucking follow me or what?” she suddenly hears a familiar voice hiss, and she looks up to see Colin peeking his head back through the door to glare at her.

She blinks. “I…no, I promise I wasn’t—”

“Well seeing as you have this incessant need to follow me every time I leave a room, I figured you were going to,” he huffs. “And I’m clearly annoyed, so…are you coming or not?”

She blinks again. “I…I…”

He raises a brow expectantly and she quickly tosses the book to the side and stands to her feet before trailing her way over to him.

He scoffs under his breath as he pushes off the doorframe and begins to walk a bit further down the hall, back to her as she finally approaches.

After a few moments of silence, she realizes he doesn’t plan on being the first to speak. So, she calls rather hesitantly, “I thought…I thought you weren’t talking to me anymore.”

A pause. “I’m not,” he replies, head turning toward his shoulder. “I just…I want…I want…”

She begins to pick at the string on her shirt nervously, a bit hesitant about his admission. “What do you want?”

His lips purse, muscles in his jaw clenching as he glares at the linoleum floor. His head shakes once. “I don’t fucking know. But I don’t want this.”

Her head bows, ashamed. “I’m sorry.”

He lets out a bitter snort. “No you’re not.”

No. She’s not. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to upset you—”

“But you knew it would,” he bites back, finally turning to meet her eye. “You knew. You had to fucking know—”

“No, I—” She steps forward. “No, I just…I thought I could help you. I could give you some peace—”

“I said no, Royal,” he barks, and she leans back. “I said fucking no. I didn’t…fuck, I didn’t want you to just—I said no.”

“But why?” she repeats for what feels like the hundredth time, cautiously taking another step. “Don’t you wanna go back to your life outside? Back to your weed and your Kardashians, and everything else? Don’t you wanna live?”

“I want…” He stops, eyes returning to the floor as if punishing himself for almost revealing the truth. “Well, I guess it doesn’t fucking matter what I want now, does it?”

She chews on the inside of her cheek as she looks away from him. She’s not ashamed of her choice. She doesn’t regret it. But she does see the pain she’s caused him. A different pain. The kind he can’t give away.

Her head lifts. She looks at the curve of his nose. The little moles scattered across his skin. “I’m sorry,” she offers one last time, despite how empty the sentiment is.

He says nothing. Frowns a bit harder, unsatisfied with her meaningless apology.

So, with that, she turns around and begins back to the Reading Room, leaving Colin behind.

She imagines for good.

She makes it back to the door when he finally calls, “Why?”

She glances over her shoulder. “What?”

“Why’d you do it?” He takes a step, something having shifted in his stature. “And not the bullshit excuse about wanting to die. Because it’s bullshit and you know it.”

She blinks again, leaning back as her pulse begins to race. “I…no, it’s not. I just want—”

“It doesn’t kill you,” he carries on, head tilting suspiciously and rather deviously as if he thinks he’s trapped her. “It keeps you just enough alive to use you. But it doesn’t kill you. It can’t. It wouldn’t have a host.”

She straightens up, attempting to remain unphased. “I think it depends on the host—”

“Nah. See? That’s bullshit, too.” Another step. “Why did you really want it? Did you think it would keep you alive?”

Royal begins to back away, suddenly unamused with this line of interrogation. “No, I—”

“Did you just want the power?”

“No, I—”

“You just wanna take shit that isn’t yours?”

“I…I—”

“Knew me for half a fucking day and already claimed to care about me?”

“I was just—”

“Or did you already know who I was? Know what I was? Is that it?”

“Colin, I—”

“Wanted to fucking take the power for yourself? Wanted to use me—”

“No, I—”

“Then why, Royal? Why the fuck would do all of this for somebody you don’t even know—”

“Because I’m trying to get him back.”

Colin stills, now only a few feet away, eyebrows pulling together as he regards her. “Who? Void?”

Her eyes shut as she takes a deep breath to compose herself. She knows Void might be able to hear her and even though he lives in her mind, he doesn’t have access to her intentions.

And she’d like to keep it that way.

She looks back up. Purses her lips. “No. Not Void.”

Now even more confused, his head tilts. “Okay…then, who—”

Instantly, she shakes her head, bringing his question to a halt. She can feel the dark fog slipping through the cracks of her confession, eager to hear her reply.

But it’s not his to hear.

Seeming to understand, Colin’s eyes narrow into slits as he glances back down at the floor. He says nothing yet Royal notices a shift in his demeanor. A positive shift, she hopes.

What’s wrong, Little Fox? Why so quiet?

The slithering sound of his voice brings the hairs on her neck to a point, and she sucks in a quiet breath as she rolls her shoulders. “Nothing,” she says aloud, bringing Colin’s attention back to her.

A dark chuckle. Come, now. I believe we’re past the adolescent games, are we not?

“It’s not a game,” she replies, attempting to sound more confident than she truly feels. “It’s just none of his business.”

She looks to Colin, who scoffs at her answer, but before he can turn away, he seems to notice the fall of her expression into a call for understanding. For sympathy.

She can’t let Void know the truth. She can’t say the words aloud and as Colin studies her, he seems to finally see.

Mm, Void hums, and the sound bounces around the inside of her mind like a rogue tennis ball. Do you keep secrets from me, Little Fox?

“No,” she answers immediately, hoping he can’t sense the pace of her pulse or the flush of her cheeks.

An odd sensation passes over each cell, each nerve-ending, and each inch of her skin. It feels like a coil. A snake. Slithering its way up and around her body as if trying to lure her in. Trap her. Make her feel safe.

Have I not given you my promise?

“You…you did.”

You are mine to protect. Mine to keep. Your wishes and desires are mine to fulfill.

Left with only half the conversation, Colin gives her a curious glance, eyes flicking between hers as he waits expectantly.

She can only pull her lip between her teeth.

Do you doubt me, Little Fox?

“No, I…I just…I was tired of his questions,” she stammers. “I thought I could give him an answer to make him go away.”

Not exactly a lie but not exactly the truth either, and she can’t tell if Colin knows that or not.

There’s a brief pause in Void’s interrogation and she hopes that he’s given up but soon, the coil around her mind tightens.

Is our sycophant bothering you?

“No. He just doesn’t know when to let go,” she replies, twisting the cadence of her voice into a condescending hiss in an effort to sound truly annoyed with Colin’s intentions but Colin merely rolls his eyes.

Do you need me to intervene?

“No,” she just about gasps, eyes growing wide as she looks at the confused blonde boy in front of her. “No, he…um, he’s fine. Just pouting is all.”

Another pause, Void seeming to mull her reply over, and she swears she hears him chuckle. Almost amused with her insistence.

Very well, Little Fox, he purrs before just as quickly as it came, the fog vanishes. Dissipates into the air, leaving Colin and Royal alone in the hallway.

It feels much too easy for her liking and she’s almost certain he didn’t buy her excuse but right now, she doesn’t have the energy to care, body slumping back against the wall as Colin steps forward.

He eyes her for a moment, and she can see the thousands of questions running rampant through his mind, none of which she knows how to answer.

“Okay…” he begins hesitantly.

Her heart drops.

“What the fuck…is going on?”

~ Weedboiii Void | 10. Meet Scott

~ Weedboiii Void | 8. Take*

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